Chapter 1182: (⊙_⊙)

After Mu Zi finished speaking, he carefully examined Tangtang's expression, trying to see her reaction.
Whether it was a ghost's mind or a child's mind that was difficult to guess, Mu Zi could only see his unhappiness from Tangtang's face, and she could not capture the more specific and delicate emotions.
Tangtang's mouth slumped, eyes red and continued to work together.
But the mind wasn't on the puzzle at all, it was a mess.
Mu Zening put Mu Zi's breakfast on the table, feeling that the atmosphere in the living room was abnormal, and he glanced suspiciously at Tangtang.
He heard the two talking while in the kitchen, but their voices were very soft, and he did not know the content of the conversation.
Mu Zening frowned at Mu Zi and asked, "What did you tell her?"
"I told her, you like me." Mu Zi didn't hide it, and sneered sarcastically. "You can't do without me. You have to tie me to spend a lifetime with you before you give up. Why, am I wrong? ?"
Mu Zening frowned, did not speak, turned back to the kitchen to clean the dishes.
During this time, he was like a good man at home, taking care of a woman and a child with all his hard work.
Mu Zi certainly wouldn't be grateful for this, but he was really surprised at his change.
After finishing the kitchen, Mu Zening took out a pack of cigarettes as usual, ready to smoke in the yard. He has a habit of smoking, but he doesn't like the smell of smoke in the house.
Tangtang suddenly became angry at this moment.
She suddenly overturned the half-completed jigsaw, and shouted angrily: "It's not fun at all! It's all deceptive! Can't spell it! Can't spell it!"
Mu Zening stopped walking when going out, turned around, frowned and looked at Tangtang.
Tangtang bit her lip and shed tears, grabbed the sample drawing of the puzzle, and tried to tear it.
"Tangtang." Mu Zening called to her.
Mu Zi saw Tangtang's hand holding the drawing, slowly curling up. It was originally meant to be torn, but in the end it just scratched and threw it on the ground venting anger.
"I can't spell it out!" Tangtang cried.
Mu Ze looked at her quietly for a while, walked over, sat sideways on the cartoon floor mat, held up the wrinkled drawing without saying a word, and assembled the puzzle just like that.
Mu Zi felt that his current patience was probably polished by this kid.
Tangtang leaned over to fight with Mu Zening. After a while, the smiles spread, tears still hung on the eyelashes, but there were smiles in his eyes.
Mu Zi sighed slightly, and thought to himself: Is it useless...
She has some regrets.
I wanted to divorce the relationship between the two, but now it seems that the little ghost's attachment to Mu Zening is extraordinary. In order to please him, he would rather like him, and may not agree to let her leave here.
Mu Zi thought her provocation had not worked, but soon she found out that she was wrong.
Tangtang is very sensitive. Since Mu Zi said those words, Tangtang has become more entangled in Mu Zening than before, and sometimes she stares at Mu Zi in a daze, as if in a daze.
Maybe it is hesitating to let it go? Mu Zi thought so in her heart.
In the evening, Tangtang insisted that Mu Zening read a storybook to her before he would sleep.
Basically, as long as it is not too demanding, Mu Zening will satisfy Tangtang. He picked up a fairy tale book and pointed to the words on the cover to teach her one by one: "Grey...aunty...niang..."
Tangtang followed him literally.
Only then did Mu Zi, who was sleeping on the side know, that Tangtang could not read.
So it is.
A ghost, even if he is wise, has always stayed in the wilderness and mountain village. He has never studied and is naturally illiterate.
Some thoughts stayed in my mind for a moment, and then quickly dissipated as the sleepiness.
...
A few days later, it snowed.
The white snow covers everything.
Mu Zi looked at the vast world outside the window, thinking, how long has he been away? Thinking, is Murong Cheng in a hurry? Also thinking, how long will it take to go home?
Among the wavy snowflakes, a few figures appeared vaguely, walking towards here.
Mu Zi was slightly stunned.
The house is remote and there are no neighbors nearby. She has lived for so long and has never seen anyone come here.
When the few people got closer, Mu Zi could see that two of them were wearing police uniforms.
Her heart beat fiercely.